FUSION CONFUSION

Oh my gosh!
Is that a Yorkshire pudding
Atop
A rogan josh?
Roop chanda
Lamb pasanda
Share a plate
With pepperoni pizza!
Egg fried rice
Is very nice
With chicken
In black bean sauce,
But, amidst the fusion
Reigns culinary confusion
Adding chips
And a burger
Probably made of horse.
The finest cooks
Garner admiring looks
Tossing prawns high over flame,
Though it's the rush
For the food, barbarically crude
All you can eat being the game.
Myriad treats
Worldwide sweets
Banoffee pie to gulabjam,
Custard creams
And jelly beans
Finish off the tastebud scam.
There's many a place
Where one can fill your face
In a house of fusion confusion,
Calories gained at alarming rate
Should carry a bucket
Instead of a plate
It's all just a gastro illusion.
Phil Hall  September 2014

AQUA

We are all
The short, the fat
And the tall,
Just basically water.
That liquid in the glass
Mind you don't drink it
As it maybe your daughter.
Not much is solid
Even our guts
Are known to run,
What you piss down the pan
Could be your
Long lost son.
Aqua
That's all we are,
With a few attached solid bits,
Those we shed
Along with the stains on the bed
And don't forget the squits!!
The ache that's
Thumping inside your head
Pounding your liquid brain,
Its the result
Of worries and stress
Cranial driving rain.
All we are
Is aqua
The solids cause the stink,
When they die
Its rot and putrification
Please, pour me down the sink.
Dip a toe
Into the ocean
Swim in this refreshing sea,
It's part of me
It's part of you
We're all of its family......
Aqua.

Phil Hall  August 2014

SHALL WE DANCE?

Oh, how she glides
Oh, how she dances
And sings,
The storyline unfolds
As she moves
Capturing the hearts
Of kings.
A lovers scent
Heaven sent
Shall we dance?
Dear angel
Please dance my words
My only chance.
Deep rooted
Deep, set in stone
Gnarled, ancient tree,
She flits, butterfly dancing
All I've to offer
Is my words and me.
I dream of her
Willowy, lissome nymph
She caresses my soul,
Outstretched arms
I grope in the dark.... I hope
Her capture is my goal.
I dream of dreams
Chasing the solar flare
But, never changing stance,
The butterfly lands
To soak the rays
Of my ageing sun
Shall we dance?

Phil Hall  August 2014

EYEGASM

Wow!
I've got tingling nerves,
Just looking
At those sweet, luscious
And delicious curves.
My senses struggle
To navigate,
Juices churning
I salivate,
Synapses in excited spasm
I think I've had
An eyegasm.
Oh my
I want to sup,
Drink and taste
No quivering petal
Should go to waste.
Those dark eyes
Sweet and coy
Invite me to the cup.
Her skin
As soft as flowing silk
I remember with thumping heart,
Creamy,dreamy
Lapping milk
This sustains me as we're apart.
She's the one
The one who makes me live,
We've touched through glass
She's more than a phantasm
There's so much
I want to give,
To her, my beautiful
Eyegasm.

Phil Hall  August 2014

A WEN YAW

Look how the mountains
Slide from the sky,
And the rain doesn't fall
It floats from up high.
We go somewhere else
Nobody will die,
All can touch a star
You only have to try.
Knowledge is a drink
To quench any thirst,
Fill up the mind
Til it's fit to burst.
Try to be kind
It may be a surprise,
The opportunity to comfort
Might slow your demise.
Respect, forgiveness and equality
Are all a wonderful thing,
Where each of us gets a share
And a Queen can be a King.
All should get some grain
And not just the husk,
Maybe the sun can still shine
Even though it is dusk.
Who knows one day
The sea might be kissed by the sand,
And different culture and creed
Can walk hand in hand.
Because;
At the moment
The world just does the same things,
Acid in the rainfall
And only bullets sing,
Nobody hears the poor call
Only the wealthy phones ring.
Mirrors telling lies
Religions smoking gun,
The innocent and ignorant die
As there's nowhere to run.
Mountains just stand around
And the rain streams down,
Our complicated battleground
We're all going to drown.
Lets reflect on our infection
We need a new way,
A wen yaw is the reflection
We need to start over today.

Phil Hall  August 2014

RAINY DAY

Everyday used to be
A rainy day,
Storms would brew
Deep inside my head
The wind blew strong
When I had something to say.
Then came you
And the rain in my head
Would just fade away.
A rainbow would appear
Where puddles dried,
A multicoloured overseer
To the events
Which had died.
The rain though
Gave new birth,
A zest for new life
A feeling of worth.
The storms that brewed
The tempest in my mind,
With the rainy day
Clearing
The light guiding me
It was you I did find.
For years I've lived
A life of rainy days,
I steer now to calmer waters
A changing
Of my ways.
Sunshine on the horizon
Life giving rays,
My breath misting
Over future fields and meadows
Proclaiming loves shimmering haze.
It is you who's given me shelter
Away from my minds driving rain,
I've leapt from life's helter skelter
And you've freed me from my pain.

Phil Hall  August 2014

THE ODD COUPLE

Chang and Eng
Were quite an odd pair,
Two heads in one shirt
No wonder people stared.
Joined by the liver
And some skin on the chest,
It didn't affect their sex life
So many children they were blessed.
They married the Yates sisters
And had twenty two kids in all,
They didn't care about privacy
Good god no! They were having a ball.
Chang and Eng were celebrities
They lived a life so grand,
The stars of a freak show once
This odd couple of old Thailand.

Phil Hall  September 2014

DICKENS BY MY SIDE

I often sit with Charles
And chew the distant fat,
About foggy London back streets
Urchins, vagabonds and all of that.
Watched aghast as the gallows swung
And snapped old Fagins scrawny neck,
Laughed at theTuggs of Ramsgate
Whilst they staggered around the ships deck.
I've met Pip and the enigmatic Estella
Drank porter with old Pumblechook,
Sailed the Thames with Magwitch
Lunched with Pickwick while reading his book.
I've often sailed the seas to America
Found fortune there with Nickelby,
Owed the debt of little Dorrit
And struggled in the gloom of Marshelsea.
I didn't like old Seth Pecksniff
And I warned young Chuzzlewit,
Maybe I should go and ask Nancy 
To get her Bill Sykes to deal with it.
Of course I could call on Sam Weller
And stroll in the Kent countryside,
But, he's trying to catch the wily Jingle
Who's chicanery spreads far and wide.
I've known these characters an age
In well thumbed books since a boy,
I've met every kind of Englishman
Thank you Charles for bringing such joy.

Phil Hall  October 2014

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ALAN

I remember Alan
That blonde haired
And blue eyed boy,
To my sister he was
The stuff of dreams
She couldn't contain her joy.
She'd see him
With his brothers
Early on a Friday night,
With his smart uniform
And immaculate, perfect quiff
He really was a sight.
My sister wanted to marry Alan
But sadly
It just couldn't be,
Because he was
Just a puppet
And the pilot of Thunderbird 3.

Phil Hall  August 2014